The constant battering was becoming unbearable for Ling Tianyu, but his strong willpower allowed him to endure.
The domineering aura of the Tang Dao and the sharpness of the seven-foot longsword complemented each other perfectly, controlled in an extremely tacit understanding by Ling Tianyu; with fifteen blades of each type, they struck his body with precision in chaos. He was truly ruthless to himself, torturing his body as if seeking death.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
A series of blade and sword sounds rose, and the chilling gleam turned the pitch-black villa into daylight.
"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"
A series of sounds of cutting the air rose as Tang Dao and the longsword attacked. Ling Tianyu slightly parted his legs, facing the final wave that was arriving. Once this round was over, he could fully convert the power of medicinal materials in his body, thereby restoring his spiritual power to its peak.